Mordo stared into the emptiness of space and felt nothing. Ever since the news had reached Mordo of an insectoid race on the resurgence, spreading like - well, like insects - he had been considering how best to turn this to his advantage. A lot of that involved him staring into the emptiness of space; after all, there wasn't much else to do on the Red Nebula, his home. He had formulated a plan, which involved him heading to a historic location once occupied by the Killik of old, an abandoned hive, on Geonosis of all places, taken over by the insects after the unfortunate end of its previous occupants.
It was his intention to learn more about his new foes; if he could discover their weakness, he could devise a master plan to eliminate these meddlers once and for all!
Yet, for all his grandiose machinations, Mordo had been reminded that he couldn't just turn up on another planet and start digging up an 'area of special scientific interest'. Apparently, that was 'illegal'. Mordo had needed to physically hold himself back from having the advisor that had broken this terrible news to him disintegrated.
That, too, was 'illegal'.
So, he had put the word out to other members of the Senatorial class, enquiring if they wished to join him. Apparently, that way, it was a 'scientific committee visit', and not an 'unlawful interference by the Red Nebula'. He held one of the invites in his hands and re-read the text he had carefully crafted.
GREETINGS SENATOR, YOU ARE INVITED TO A 'SCIENTIFIC INVESTIGATION' BY I, LORD MORDO, TO THE FOLLOWING COORDINATES.
He had even attached a picture of his masked face for reference, and, at the top of the invite, a large 'M' was picked out in sizeable mechanical-looking font. Indeed, nobody could refuse such an invitation.
"Beep." he turned around to the sight of one of his droids standing nonchalantly in the doorway. "You have served Mordos guests refreshments? Good. And we do not care if their attendants are thirsty; they should have thought about that before they boarded our vessel." Mordo replied before waving the droid away and stalking his way into the lounge.
Resting atop his yacht, the lounge was a commanding room, which afforded his guests an excellent view of hyperspace, and, even better, was only one floor down from his private residence. Unlike other yachts, however, he had forgone the usual luxuries most of his compatriots liked, and instead, the entire lounge was bathed in red light to reflect his homeworld better.
Dotting the room were assorted M1 Droids and, of course, numerous statues of Mordo. He entered the room, the droids slamming their feet on the ground to attention. He appeared around 1 centimetre behind one of the Senators, Celeste, towering above her, as he offered a formal greeting "Mordo trusts the beverages are to your liking, Senator?"
OOC - Open to Senators.